Page 54 of The Biting Bargain

But I justdon’t wanttodo that. The urge to just hold her and cherish every little thing of her — her soft skin, her surprised little moans, her intoxicating scent — is stronger than my usual depraved needs.

It’s impossible to fall into my usual persona; use her for my pleasure, take what I want, and then leave.

No, for some reason I can’t comprehend, I want togiveher everything. I want to make her feel good, hold her tight while she comes and tell her what a good girl she is.

I want to give her pleasure.

I must be coming down with something, that’s the only logical explanation.

"Listen to me carefully," I rasp, my voice sounding hours in my ears. Kneeling, she looks up at me, face flushed, hair wild.

"I know we're both clean," I say.

She nods. The screening at Club Sanguine includes a complete medical check-up.

"We both know vampires can't impregnate humans," I continue. "But we're still going to use protection."

Polly frowns a little, like she's actually a little disappointed. And I am a little, to be honest. The thought of having her completely, no barriers, no nothing… is surprisingly breathtaking. In particular, the wolf in the background gives a pleased snarl.

This is not me taking everything from her and then leaving. For whatever reason I want her to feel… good. I want this to be good for her. What the hell. I give myself a mental shake. "Remember, this is purely transactional," I add, as if to reassure myself.

She blinks, and something in her eyes hardens. Something I don't like. But maybe it's a good thing to remind myself, too, that this is merely a professional relationship.

A business fuck.

But what a fuck it will be. Deep in the background, the wolf growls in anticipation.

Polly nods her head once and says, "Okay."

I swoop down and seal her mouth with mine, the sudden urge to kiss her and make this last is almost overwhelming. Her little breathless whimper as her tongue swipes against mine is intoxicating.

She’s practically glowing under my touch. And my cock stirs again, craving to finally be inside her. I scoop her into my arms and carry her over to my king size bed. Unclasping her arms, I lay her down to the black sheets. Her chest rising and falling, she looks up at me from wide eyes.

"Be still," I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt. I take my time getting undressed while I have her watch me. The shirt comes off. My pants, underwear. I’m aware of her gaze trailing over my body, a gaze that is full of so many things.

Awe. Anticipation. Desire.

I’ll have it all.

All mine.

I whip out a condom, rolling it over my thick shaft.

"Hook your hands into the hollow of your knees and spread your legs," I drawl as I kneel in front of her.

She blushes some more, never averting her eyes as she does as I tell her, spreading her thighs wide and exposing her glistening center.

"Look at you." I kneel on the bed in front of her, taking her in. "So wet."

I let one lazy finger travel between her slick folds. "What on earth got you so wet, my little dove? Was it me feasting on your sweet pussy, or was it the plug in your cute little ass?"

Polly gasps, biting her lip as I slide one finger into her hot center. I feel her muscles clench around me. I add another finger, stretching her, sliding in and out of her pussy. "Tell me."

"It was both!" she gasps.

"What was that?" I press my thumb to her clit. She arches her back.

"Both," she gasps. "The plug and you!"

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